Текст песни Keepers of Death - Марш Гвардии Смерти

Leather wave from growths
On rotten bones.
The brain is covered with raw cord,
In low-spirited worms.

Rusty shell protects
Creatures inside
Hop and savor
Blackened intestines.

Wimber Helmet Mladnoye,
The filter exhales Smrarad -
Equiformly making
Legion of plague soldiers.

We are Mortarion's Sons -
Our father blessed:
Odaril Chuma Bubonna
And got rid of the graves.

He opened his eyes to convincing
Nurglu Souls are weak to give.
And in itself killing
On illness to change them.

Infinitely multiplies the virus
Inside each isna.
We are vessels with genuine life -
The one that will absorb all of you.

It makes sense to fight with us,
Be, Imperian, ready to death.
What is the point of resisting
Eternal - chosen by dark gods.